Pool Daddy - Part 5 - Gay Encounters, Urination
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This is part 5 of many of this story.
This series is based on true events. It will depict many different fetish themes over the subsequent chapters. If you are not interested in m/m kinky gay sex, this is not for you. If you are, get ready!
I stayed over that night and he fucked me again in the morning before sending me home, unshowered, covered in his scents, and freshly filled with cum. He was turning me into a real fucking pig and it was exciting and totally turning me on. Instead of feeling embarrassed when I left his building or took the train home, I was almost... proud?
I wanted more and would think about our encounters every time I would jerk off. If I watched porn, my searches would become increasingly sleazier and I'd always imagine it was us doing whatever piggy sex I'd watch. I even started to play with my hole almost any time I stroked.
I constantly wanted to text him and offer to please him but held off until he initiated more communication. It wasn't until a week later on that Monday that I heard from him again.
Pool Daddy: I will be working near your apt on Friday. I will come over after to use my sexy, piggy boy after.
Me: Yes, Daddy! Can't Wait!
We made arrangements for general timing and that I was to go to the gym prior to his arrival and not shower after. I was also told I wasn't to cum until he made me.
I was distracted all week by our upcoming fuck date. I couldn't help but edge every chance I got and even bought a small dildo to intensify my solo play, but made sure to use great restraint and not let myself shoot, as I was instructed.
Friday morning I woke up to a text that made my dick jump;
Pool Daddy: I want to find you in the tub in your sweaty jockstrap waiting for Daddy at 5
Me: Yes sir!
Being told what to do, even when not together, was exciting me in a way I never thought it would. Luckily I had summer Fridays at work so I had plenty of time to hit the gym after to get sweaty and ripe for him before his 5 pm arrival.
Work was torturously slow and I kept taking bathroom breaks to stroke my rigid dick whenever I could, but as soon as the clock struck 2 pm, I raced out of the office. I had plenty of time but was too excited to see how I would be used as Daddy's slut that night to not rush to the gym and get prepped. My cock was hard and leaking in my sweaty jockstrap throughout my entire two-hour workout.
At 4:30 I'm practically skipping back to my apartment, drenched in sweat, reeking like a man, and ready for a raunchy romp with the sexy Italian stud.
I peel off my soaked tank top and send him a text, letting him know I am ready for him and reminding him of my address.
I kick off my shoes, shove down my shorts, and pace around my living room in nothing but my tented, damp jockstrap in anticipation.
I hear my buzzer at 4:58 and run over to the call box to let him in the building and crack the front door open before going into the bathroom and laying out in the tub.
A few minutes later I hear the heavy, creaky door to my apartment squeak open and then close with a click of the lock. My heart is beating rapidly with nervous anticipation and I can feel it pulsing in my groin and sphincter as my excitement builds.
The bathroom door swings open and I watch the man of my desires step in.
He's wearing a tailored, navy suit, crisp white button down, and patterned tie and is looking just as sexy fully clothed as he does naked. His brow is damp with sweat and I can only imagine how slick the rest of his body is under his clothing on such a hot day. He smiles down at me as he lowers his zipper and pulls out his beautiful, uncut dick.
"Such a good boy," he whispers as his hand gently tugs his flaccid shaft.
I can't help but grope my rigid cock through the pouch while I smile at his handsome face over me watching it tense up briefly. I feel his hot stream of piss splatter my chest and I can't help but smile widely as it starts soaking down the fur on my pecs as his deep groan from relief fills the small tiled room. He aims his head at my face and I instinctively open my mouth, allowing him to fill it with his salty piss.
"Good pig," he growls as he aims lower again and drenches me in his strong river.
"Thank you, Sir," I say after swallowing down a mouthful and licking my lips.
I had to let go of my dick because I was so turned on, I felt like I could shoot right then as my whole body gets hosed down.
"Turn around," he says in a low, stern tone when the front of me is soaked down and my jock is saturated.
I roll over so I'm on my hands and knees and feel his steady, forceful stream beating against my hungry hole, making me moan. I'm leaning back with my ass spread in the air and my face against the wet porcelain tub with his piss running down my ass and up my spine, feeling like a total slut and loving every minute of it. I reach my hands back and spread my cheeks wider so my hairy cunt is on full display for him.
"Play with that pretty pussy," he whispers.
I slide a finger inside my wet hole as he continues to splatter it and feel my cock twitch as I push his fresh piss into me. All my nerves are gone as I fall back into my role as his pig boy. I know my cock is dripping with precum from all the overwhelming sensations.
"Come drink, pig," he commands gently and I eagerly lift myself to my knees and spin on the slippery floor.
His stream is slowing but still steady as he soaks my face and hair. I open my mouth and lean in to drink his hot, yellow, bitter man juice. I press my lips around his expanding head and drink right from the tap. I had never done this before and didn't even think to hesitate. I'm in a total trance as I obey this hunk of man.
I eagerly gulp down what I can as his fountain trickles off in my mouth and feel his hands tangle in my wet hair. My lips curl into a smile around his growing cock in anticipation of what is coming next.
"Such a good piggy," he groans as my tongue swirls around his wet foreskin and piss slit.
I can taste precum mixed with piss as I explore his spongey bell-end and feel his hands guiding me further down his inflating shaft.
My cock is at full attention, painfully hard and my balls were aching for release from holding in my week's worth of cum as I continue to slide my finger in and out of my dripping hole. I eagerly swallow and suck him into my throat, working my tongue along the base of his shaft and tasting his musty perspiration from the long, hot day. His grip on my hair tightens but he lets me be in control of the blow job as I work his delicious cock further into me. It's like my throat has a memory of its own, quickly adjusting and expanding to the massive shaft sliding in and out of it.
"Use my big daddy cock, my favorite cocksucker," he moans as I enjoy servicing his girthy prick.
He starts bucking his hips into me and I give no resistance as he starts to fuck my face. His big hairy nuts are slapping my chin and his moaning is getting louder.
"Daddy has a big load for his boy," he groans, "I've been saving it for my hungry pig."
I am doing my best to breathe through my nose and resist gagging as he picks up his speed, getting rougher with my face. The few times I do gag I feel my hole clench around my finger and it sends waves of pleasure up my spine. I could shoot right then I was so turned on by being used on his tasty dick and smelling the musky, manly smell of his crotch.
He yanks my hair back, and with an open mouth I look up at him, panting and drooling, and he rewards me with a big wad of spit on my tongue before forcing my face into his hefty, hanging sack.
I eagerly suck and lick the furry, sensitive skin, lapping up his sweat and piss as he strokes his big, wet dick in my face. His musty crotch smells incredible and I can't get enough of it as I worship his big nuts. He is groaning and whispers in Italian as I feel his balls start to retract against my eager tongue.
"Oh fuck baby boy, are you ready for Daddy's seed?"
"Yes, please Daddy!" I moan desperately into his sack.
He pulls my head back and I watch with hunger as he strokes his fat prick over my face.
He wasn't kidding when he said he had a huge load for me. Rope after rope of thick, Italian spunk shot out across my face, covering it almost completely. His baby batter is in my hair, on my forehead, eyes, nose, lips, beard, mustache, and tongue, and dripping from my chin and cheeks.
"I love marking my boy with his badge of honor," he says proudly as he smacks his shaft around my sloppy face.
"Thank you, Daddy," I say, smiling up at him, dripping in his cum and piss.
His big hands wipe his load around my face as he forces his cock back into my mouth for cleaning. He scoops most of his jizz up with his fingers and slicks my piss-drenched hair back with it like its hair gel. It's all so hot I'm humping the air and squeezing my finger as I suck his cock clean.
When he withdraws from my mouth he presents his hand for me to lick it clean. I'm hungrily sucking his thick fingers as he smiles sweetly down at me.
"Such an obedient pig. You're learning to listen to your instincts," he says with a proud smile.
"Come, stand up," he orders me as I awkwardly get to my feet, trying not to slip.
My knees and thighs feel relief as I stand but my hole feels empty as he pulls my hand from behind me and sucks my finger into his mouth, growling in satisfaction.
He plants a forceful kiss on my lips and shoves his tongue in my mouth and I feel it search me from the inside. I feel him wrap a towel around me and pat me dry as our tongues continue to battle.
"Daddy is going to take his good boy out on a date," he says smiling at me as he pulls his lips from mine.
I'm in excited shock watching him stuff his big, still-engorged shaft and heavy ball bag into his pants as he turns to exit the bathroom. I drop the towel and follow him as he enters my bedroom and leans against the foot of my bed in front of my dresser.
"I want you to dress like a slutty pig so I can show you off, let me see some options."
"Sir?" I ask, still confused as to what is happening but smiling in anxious excitement.
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